Gemotions

The elevator doors opened, and David strode out, his shoulders squared. He felt a surge of energy, a powerful current running through him. He felt as if he could lift the building with his bare hands. He whistled as he walked down the hall toward his office, the sound echoing lightly in the otherwise quiet space.

He'd spent weeks preparing, reviewing every aspect of his performance. He felt completely prepared. The interview was a formality. He pictured himself already in the new role, the possibilities opening before him.

He pictured the corner office, the increased responsibility, the challenges to overcome, and the benefits of his efforts. He took a deep, steadying breath. This felt right.